I'm thinking about that baby...
The one I'll never meet.
I was holding onto the word maybe.
Not going to see those cute little feet..
It just came to me.
Looking at that small onesie I bought you.
Yes, the same one you'll never see...
I'm sure that when we meet,
No one will be able to pull us apart.
It'll be like glue...
At least I have you in my heart...